Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes-Chapter 430: Shredded Painting, Vanished Person
Nancy Allen had to take off her high heels because her ankle was swollen. Just as she was about to put her shoes back on, Julius Shaw picked her up directly.
She softly said, "Godfery Shaw, put me down, I’m not wearing shoes."
Julius, feeling expectant, smiled with eyes that were always full of aggression: "Don’t wear them. Cinderella left her crystal slipper and can’t run away; let’s go home."
Julius enjoyed seeing Nancy barefoot.
This way, he could see her reluctance to dirty her feet and socks, and how it led her to be submissive and let him carry her.
Nancy fell silent because she heard Julius mention going home again.
Returning would mean seeing that painting.
Julius left with Nancy, leaving only a pair of exquisite high heels in the lounge.
The reason Cinderella’s crystal slipper was left behind was because it didn’t belong to her.
The banquet wasn’t actually over yet. Julius merely said a few words cooperating with Basil Smith, then left directly.
He just wanted to take her back to the Imperial Garden to get that long-awaited gift.
On the way back, it started raining at some point, and the raindrops pattered against the car window, echoing the increasing speed of Nancy’s heartbeat.
The Imperial Garden was very quiet at this time.
Most people were still at the banquet.
Joyce was old and had gone to bed early when nothing was going on.
The only ones who returned with them were a driver and the bodyguard Luna Summer, who refused to leave.
Julius carried Nancy straight to the art studio, suddenly stopping and turning to Luna Summer, saying coldly, "Don’t follow us."
Luna Summer faced this fearsome gaze without moving.
Nancy gently said, "Luna, you should rest. There’s nothing going on today, and I’ll just talk with Godfery before resting."
Luna hesitated but eventually nodded in agreement.
On the eldest’s birthday, the Young Madam was to give a gift, and the two needed some privacy, so hanging around would be inappropriate.
Things had been peaceful lately, leading Luna to believe nothing would happen.
After Luna had stepped back, Julius carried Nancy to the studio.
He placed her on a chair in the studio, eagerly yet tensely looking at a painting covered with a red cloth on the easel: "Is it this one?" 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢
Nancy opened her mouth, wanting to prevent Julius from seeing the painting, but at this point, it was too late to stop him.
She nodded with difficulty.
Julius eagerly uncovered the red cloth. He was a bit nervous; it was his first time receiving a birthday gift, although it was his brother’s birthday.
The red cloth lifted, and he saw the painting. The person in the painting wore a basketball uniform, with sweat on his body and slightly tousled hair. Julius held his breath slightly; it depicted him from the basketball court.
In the painting, the person held a basketball, looking ahead with calm and gentle eyes.
Calm and gentle...
All of Julius’s emotions froze.
The blood in his veins also froze.
This is not him; this is his brother.
The painting he’d eagerly awaited wasn’t of him.
The fury he’d been suppressing during this time finally erupted.
Like the tendrils of a devil, it spread everywhere, tightly encircling Julius, suffocating and driving him mad.
He knew Nancy had regained her senses and knew who he was.
He also knew Nancy was intentionally calling out his brother’s name, intentionally doing things his brother liked with him.
He restrained his aggression, gave up everything belonging to Julius Shaw, preferring to be his brother’s substitute, yet Nancy’s eyes never once fell on him; in her eyes and heart, there was only his brother.
Regardless of how he compromised or changed, she always hoped he would disappear, so his brother would return.
The painting he’d eagerly awaited was also of his brother.
Why is it so painful?
He lived with dark malevolence all over him, not knowing what to do, only able to instinctively grasp the only light before him.
Julius raised his hand and tore up the offensive painting, walking step by step toward Nancy.
He crouched down before her, pressed his face against her leg, a posture of intimacy, yet said chillingly, "Nancy, stop wasting your effort. My brother... Godfery Shaw, will never come back."
Nancy’s pupils shook.
"You... what are you saying?"
Julius laughed, a dangerous, violent smile, gloomily saying, "Oh, Nancy, do you know what disappearance means? It means being completely erased from this body, leaving no trace, just like this painting - once ripped apart, it can never be restored to its original form. From now on, there is no Godfery Shaw, only me! Only me!"
These words hit Nancy’s sore spot, making her bristle like a cat whose tail had been stepped on.
She forgot to protract, forgot about Julius’s danger.
She abruptly pushed Julius away, shouting loudly, "You’re lying! Godfery Shaw will return, he surely will!"
Julius only laughed maniacally, looking at Nancy.
Nancy’s eyes widened, her eyes reddening with unshed tears.
She gritted her teeth, saying word by word, "You’re deceiving me. As long as I’m alive, he won’t disappear. The reason he’s not back is because I’m still not doing well enough; you won’t fool me!"
Julius suddenly clamped Nancy’s face, kissing her harshly.
Nancy struggled, biting him.
Julius licked the blood smeared on his lips and released Nancy, wickedly saying, "Do you see? I’m the one kissing you, the blood you’re tasting is mine. No matter what I do, Godfery Shaw will never appear again, no matter what happens, Godfery Shaw is gone."
Nancy wiped the blood from her mouth forcefully, finally screaming from the depths of her soul, "Ah, you go away, get away! Liar, you must be lying to me!"
What Nancy absolutely couldn’t accept being said by Julius made her almost lose reason.
She grabbed a paperweight from the table and threw it at Julius.
Julius didn’t dodge. The heavy paperweight struck Julius’s forehead, blood flowing past his eye like an awakened demon.
An awakened demon would harm everyone, including itself.
At that moment, he thought, let it be, and drag Nancy to hell with him.
Yet just then, a calm voice sounded in Julius’s heart: "Don’t hurt her."
The demon seemed to be gripped by the heart, leaving a trace of clarity.
Julius looked at the pale and angry Nancy beside him, quickly withdrawing his hand reaching for her, and ran out of the studio.
He stumbled to an upstairs room, cuffed himself at the first opportunity, looking for medication, but it was too late as blood dripped from his forehead, his vision filled with darkness and total loss of control.
Nancy, alone in the studio, apparently forgot about her painful ankle, walked over step by step, and picked up the torn painting fragments, desperately trying to piece them together.
But no matter what, she couldn’t fit them back together.
The figure in the painting seemed to still gaze at her with those eyes filled with all-embracing tenderness.
Straining to hold back sorrow, Nancy could no longer contain it, and she finally broke down, clutching the torn painting fragments and bawling, "Godfery Shaw, Godfery Shaw..."
